There is a Pierre Fournier album; ‘The Bach: Cello Suites’ that I fall asleep to all the time. It is a beautiful collection of music that I found at a local library. It is possible that the Cello catches my heart because it is a stringed instrument and I have a love for my former musical companion the guitar. I still play from time to time but the years when I dreamed of becoming a performing guitarist are gone. Over the last year I have taken a few music courses and attempted to retain some of my lost playing abilities on the guitar. This semester has been good. In class I found a new friend and practice partner that could not have come at a better time in my life. We are both trudging past recent failed personal relationships, in the midst of relocating to new housing and dealing with being broke and trying to see some light in our darker days. When we practice there is frustration with sheet music, tears that roll down cheeks from being overwhelmed with life and the occasional melody that lurks out our finger tips. I believe this is called making music.
